Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Micha snickered. “Didn’t read them, did you?”
He needed to supervise me more.
“I read up until the get special permission section…then I got overwhelmed.” So I’d stopped. I’d mentally safeworded to myself and left the rest up to him. I’d been a good sub because safewording was important. Everyone knew that. “I knew you’d be a good Dom.”
Sighing, he kissed my head. “You are the most ridiculous brat.”
And?
I had every intention of telling him that once I found the energy to be a better pain in the ass, but he distracted me first by cupping my cheek and tilting my head back so he could brush his lips against mine. “You’re also sexy and curious and have a wonderful imagination.”
Now he was too cute for me to be a brat.
Cheater.
Sighing, I gave him a kiss that time. “You’re sweet and the best asshole Master ever and you’re cute even when you’re being too nice for me to brat. I don’t appreciate that, by the way.”
Micha chuckled. “I hadn’t realized I did that.”
That wasn’t believable at all.
“But thank you for the compliments, baby.” He did it again, and he knew it. “But now I’m going to ask how you’re feeling and what you’re thinking about the scene before you can distract me again.”
Ugh.
He was such a pain in the butt.
“I wasn’t distracting you.” Not deliberately…I’d have started doing that next. “But I’m doing fine. Thank you for asking.”
Manners would help get me out of the conversation, right?
If being a brat wouldn’t help, I just had to try the other end of the spectrum.
“If you don’t talk to me about what we did, I’m going to keep exploring. There’s a lot of things that are technically on your acceptable limits list that we haven’t touched on yet.” His threat had me remembering back to that stupid list and he nodded slowly when I went still. “Yep. So talk or scene. Your choice.”
“That’s…terrible.” Just horrible. “I…I was good.”
That meant I shouldn’t have to talk.
“You had good behavior, and to make sure you stay mentally good, we’re going to discuss the scene.” Kissing my forehead, Micha ignored my sigh and didn’t even acknowledge my groan as he tugged off my pants and waterproof boots he’d made me wear for the scene.
Naughty was sexy but slipping was not.
He’d said that so many times it played in his voice in my head.
“And we’re going to have that discussion while I get you all clean.” Well, he was right about the not being clean part, so I didn’t argue about that. “And if you’re a good boy and tell me what you’re thinking, I won’t push the scene any further.”
For fuck’s sake.
That was the worst Catch-22 ever.
Talk and torture myself.
Not talk and torture myself.
“But I was good.” Pouting, I let him stand me up but I didn’t help. I wasn’t going to make it hard but I wasn’t going to make it easy. “I even talked to Conner. The owner guy.”
Kind of.
“And I didn’t hide or do anything ridiculous when you lapped me and I talked about my toys. I even said they were zoo animals and didn’t make him think I was talking about sex toys.” Why that would’ve been easier I couldn’t have explained. “I even plugged my ears when he told me to. I was very good.”
Micha nodded, but he didn’t seem to understand what good meant. “I was very proud of you, but one thing has nothing to do with the other.”
He was deliberately being a pain in the butt.
My butt.
My kind of sticky butt.
“You were a very good boy then and you’re going to be a good boy now.” Micha kissed my forehead as he stood and started stripping off his own questionably dirty clothes.
I definitely wasn’t going to look too closely at anything we’d been wearing, but part of me was fascinated by the proof of what we’d done. “I…”
I wasn’t going to look.
But focusing on Micha wasn’t any better because he was sexy as hell and he kept doing stuff to remind me of the stuff we’d done. He even turned on an industrial strength shower head and started spraying off the floor like it was an everyday kind of thing for him. “Have you picked which torture you’d prefer? I’m not leaving here without a conversation unless a safeword is involved.”
And then we’d have a different conversation.
For fuck’s sake.
Again.
Lots of fucks.
All the fucks.
Where was my quiet toy when I needed it?
In the fucking bag, where I wasn’t going to touch it until I was all clean.
Ugh.
“I was very good and I’m going to start with being proud of myself.” I knew he was, but he needed to know I was too. When Micha nodded and smiled at me, I took a breath and tried not to get distracted by the way he sprayed off the wall where I’d been standing.